Little Sister A Novel Novels & Stories

I thought I was lucky to have remorseful people in my life. "I heard you the first time." I rolled my eyes at her playfully with a slight shake of my head, then returned to sit on my bed, picking my phone up once more. "I didn't mean to wake you up." She laid flat on her bed, heaving a sigh. "What happened?" I asked out of curiosity, in a low voice, careful not to sound so offending especially if it happened to be something she had no plans to say. "Oh its nothing," she waved one hand in front of me, it is just my stupid little sister, she went and ordered some shit I did not even need online, then tried to force me to use the items." She explained, sounding a lot nicer than I thought she wo

"Heidi, the night I left Mannorworth, I was in a daze and got into an accident. I lost both my legs. I read your picture book every day. Congratulations on your wedding. Everything I put you through—it all came back to me." I finished reading, then tapped delete and block. I felt no hatred nor any sense of vindication—for I had long moved on. … Clifton sat by the window in the care home, his phone screen frozen on the "message sent" page. The nurse placed his medication on the table. "Mr. Cooper, it's time to take your medicine." But he didn't move. The picture book on his lap was open to the last page. The little girl, holding her magnolia wood paintbrush, had walked out of the shadow. Spri

On the verge of a breakdown, I cried out, "She almost killed me, Mom! She took all my money and ran off with the guy who sexually assaulted her! But even after all that, you still think I'm to blame for everything?" Mom snapped back impatiently, "Don't make it sound so bad. It's not like you have that much money anyway. Besides, you're the older sister. Isn't it perfectly reasonable for you to give your younger sister some money? "Since you're perfectly fine now, stop being so petty. Amy is so much more mature than you. She knows what she's doing, so stop talking about it in such a terrible way—all that nonsense about assault." I lost all hope then. I no longer expected anything from Mom.

Somewhere close, a kid screamed, causing me to sit up fast and instantly regretted it as pain twisted through my stomach. On the cot next to mine, a little girl whimpered while someone stitched the open wound on her back. The sight made me look away, and then a rogue approached me. “You’re awake? Go back to your room,” he said, and immediately I stumbled out of the room and into the cramped, filthy cabin where we slept stacked like firewood. As soon as I got inside, I spotted my sister sprawled on the floor. I dropped down next to her so fast I barely noticed the bruises flaring up when my knees hit the ground.

“Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?” I was struck by her sheer absurdity. I murmured, “I’ve just been really swamped—” My mother scoffed. “Too swamped to take two seconds to tap the ‘like’ button? “You’ve always been like this. Ever since you were little, you couldn’t stand seeing your sister happy.” Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Long-buried memories came flooding back. In middle school, I came first in the entire grade. My parents completely missed my parent-teacher conference because Daphne had taken a minor tumble.

My little sister is very sensitive. The term "little sister" sounds like a condemnation. Evan looks at me, and in his eyes I see the same revolt that is growing in me. He doesn't nod, doesn't smile politely. He simply looks at me, intensely, as if defying the label she has just stuck on me.

Elianna said sweetly, her voice dripping with venom, “is this where the little lamb has been wandering? Listening to fairy tales from an old man?” Clara’s heart lurched. How had Elianna known she would come here? Elianna stepped forward, her gaze falling on the journal in Clara’s hands. Her smile widened. “Ah. So he has told you. How convenient. But do you truly think you can use that against me?” Clara rose to her feet, her fear burning into fury. “You are not my sister. All these years, you let me love you, trust you, while you plotted to take everything from me. And for what? Because you could not bear the truth?”

“Now, hurry up, little sister. Choose.” ___ A. Gupta

a way to say thank you in the only language Ive ever known —gifts not words. i let out a rough breath and drop the shirt onto the bed.My reflection stares back at me from the dark window —all control and composure but behind it i see the mess Ive made. Then, a small voice breaks the quiet. “my sister can be a little mean sometimes,” says the tiniest figure Ive ever seen — Taylor’s little sister standing barefoot in the hallway her pajamas covered in cartoon stars.she hugs a stuffed bear to her chest. “but she is really kind.

The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the cubicle, and soon, my clothes, which were torn into pieces, hung loosely on me, barely covering me. A wave of shame washed over me, but the terror for my unborn child overwhelmed me as my pregnant belly was exposed before their eyes. Tears of despair streamed down my face, and suddenly, the hand over my mouth released. I seized the moment to speak. "I'm Anthony's sister!" But my words were met with mocking laughter. "I came back to save your child!" I pleaded, my voice cracking with desperation.